I think that songwriting changed when groups started spending more time in the studio.
What are we living for? Two roomed apartment on the second floor?
How was I conceived? Was it love, was I meant, or was I just an accident?
Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.
To the field we are scattered from the day we are born to grow wild and sleep rough til from the earth we are torn.
Accept your life and what it brings, I know tomorrow you find better things.